The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fog was thick. It tasted of iron and wet wool. You walked. Your boots sank into the mud. The estate loomed. Black stone. White eyes of glass. It was the house of Lord Aldric. You were not a guest. You were a stain. A question mark in ink. He sat by the fire. The flames were low. Pale blue. Like bruises. He did not look up. "You are late," he said. His voice was soft. Silk over gravel. You...

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